My super warm Cuddl Duds shirt covered by my thickest sweater.

Every time I open to You in my neediness, you fill my little-baby-robin heart again . . .

How do you practice self-care—kindness to yourself— in the midst of the many hours, days, and weeks you spend offering care to others?

A poem about one of my summer spiritual practices . . .

Photo credit: Katie Prock

Last spring, Mom was here. And she was gone.

About a month ago, I came upon a most delicious list of words.

I’ll admit I felt silly the first time I did it. But it was a good kind of silly. It brought fresh air into my soul.

A poem about my early days of showing up in the world as my deepest and truest self

I don’t dance. It was forbidden. Even if it hadn’t been verboten, I doubt that my self-conscious, serious, young soul would have had the courage to dance.